Temptation

I've been needing a place to drop this load from my shoulders, and since no one on here really knows who I am, it seemed safe enough to do here. This isn't something I really thought out, just something I sat down and wrote one night.

I wish I could tell someone Maybe then, the temptation could be taken away The bourbon, in the top cabinet It calls to me On days when everything seems wrong School, family, friendships, It whispers my name On days that I can’t take anymore The blades call out to me, Begging me to drag them across my wrists On the days that I see people for who they are I find myself longing for a smoke I’ve never done any of these before But yet The temptation is there.

I wish I could give in to it, And at the same time know I can’t For it would enslave me I would promise myself "Just this once... never again" But after the first time, It would be so easy to do Again and again.

Every week the temptation comes Rearing its ugly head, calling to me With vile breath, promising peace But I know that its peace Is really only self-loathing, Destruction, and enslavement Coated over with a moment of peace And on the days that it seems As though that moment will be worth it I must fight, with every fiber of my body Not to give in. Not to be weak. Not to start an addiction. To be strong. To be me.

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